The cinders of the campfire mimicked reverse stars as they arose and faded into the sky, hypnotically dancing to the every whim of the gentle wind that walked by night.
After everyone had eaten and settled down the party was graced by another of Sara's soft songs.
"Is it really okay, are you okay?" Eris asked Han, approaching him to get an idea of the person he had become after Sol's merciless torturing and an apparent month living in his personal hell.
"Stay away from me, Eris." He answered her with his eyes dimly trained on the darkness. "I have a task, I don't want to be distracted."
"Han-"
"Fuck off!" Han snapped after she touched his shoulder, and it was Sol who had been watching her since her recent complaints that grabbed Han's hand when he spun with his sword and nearly chopped her head in two.
"Sol!"
